Worries And Affections.
House and Cuddy go on a trip, but not for pleasure. They are called in by the morgue in Florida and have to go indentify a body; will it be Wilson's? He's unreachable after going to a medical conference on a ship. They both don't want to be together, but will they find comfort in each other or will there be another body before they arrive at their destination? Huddy
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Prologue
Lisa Cuddy had been at the hospital for a couple hours now. She was working on some paperwork that hadn't been completed the night before, so she decided to get right on to that. She was completely focused on her work that she hardly heard her phone ring. She finally answered, wondering who might be calling.
"Hello, this is Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, how may I help you?" She asked, putting the phone to her hear and talking in a complete professional tone.
"Hi Dr. Cuddy, I'm Dr. Walter, I'm a coroner at the Miami Port Morgue and I'm calling because they was a boat incident involving Dr. Wilson since he was attending the medical conference on the cruise for the seminar, as I was told and he is now unreachable and I need you to get over here as soon as possible to indentify the body… Since Dr. Wilson works for you I need you to come in person and Dr. House is his medical proxy, I need him as well… I am very sorry, but on the bright side, he might still be alive but I need you to get to Miami Port as soon as possible." He spoke in a soft tone.
Cuddy was loosing her voice with every word that he was saying. Tears threatened to come down with the possibility of loosing one of her best friends.
"Dr. Cuddy, are you there?" He asked, as she was lost in her own thoughts.
"Yes, I'm still here." She told him.
"I know this might be quite a shock but I can't do anything. You and Dr. House have to come immediately. I will give you all the information you need to get here. There's no direct flight to New Jersey to Miami Port, but I will let you figure out the details. Please tell Dr. House the situation, thanks you. Bye-Bye." He said, hanging up.
Cuddy wasn't even able to speak out ask him any questions. She put her thoughts back together and got up from her char, placing the phone back on her desk. She straightened her skirt and walked out of her office. She walked slowly, still processing what had happened. There was a possibility that it was Wilson since he was attending a medical conference on cancer patients in Miami Port and he was supposed to come back early this morning and he never showed. It scared her that he might be dead and she had to indentify the body. Worse in all of this, House had to accompany her. That was just like her worse nightmares. She went in the elevator and pressed the button. She was too preoccupied with her thoughts that she hardly noticed the song that was playing. The doors opened and she walked out. Her heels clacked on the floor, making sure House heard her before he could see her.
She made it down the hall and opened the door.
"Well, Well… What brings you here?" House asked, curious like never before.
He was wearing his normal attire, his Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of jeans. His blue eyes stared at her. He would never admit, but he was always fascinated with the woman that was standing in front of him. He couldn't help but think how beautiful she is everyday.
"I got a phone call a few minutes ago and…" She started to say about to crack.
"And? You think I care who calls you?" House said meanly to her.
Cuddy sighed and tried to protect herself from his words.
"It was from a doctor…" She continued, but couldn't finish.
"Oh, did someone else complain about my methods? Well that's to bad for them, cuz I ain't changing!" House exclaimed, drawing his attention back to his computer.
"Actually no, it was from a coroner in…"
"Who did I kill this time?" House said sharply.
"In Miami Port, asking us to indentify…" She said but stopped as she saw House was opening his mouth to interrupt her again.
"SHUT UP, HOUSE!" She screamed. He immediately closed his mouth.
"To indentify Wilson at the Morgue in Miami Port, okay?!" She told him, letting her anger out.
"Are you satisfied House?" She asked as she began to cry.
"Wait, What?! Wilson's dead?" he asked, his heart beginning to crumble.
"Well, we don't know, that's why we have to go indentify the body. I'm booking our flight for first thing tomorrow morning." Cuddy told him getting to the point. She had enough of his nonsense.
"Listen, I do not want to go on this trip, not because of the circumstances, just because I will be with you. I do not want to spend anytime with you at all, so cry, drink, call a hooker, I don't give a shit, just be ready to leave tomorrow morning." That was Cuddy's final words because she turned to leave.
"You're so sexy when you're angry." He said to her, hiding the worry that he had for his best friend.
"And you are just pathetic, you're best friend might be dead and you have pleasure of giving me sexual remarks?" Cuddy said in shock. She sighed, not because he was an ass. Just, because the man that she might be in love with didn't have a heart at all.
She out her hand and rubbed her forehead in exhaustion and left, leaving House with his thoughts. He promptly picked up his phone and dialed a number that he knew too well. It rang a couple times but never did someone answer. After the tenth time, House had had enough of his voicemail message and threw his phone across his office. He got up in aggravation and gripped his hand with his hand. He picked up his phone with great difficulty, turned off the lights and left. His sneakers squeaking as he limped toward the elevator. The ding arrived his arrival to the lobby and as he walked out, he threw his backpack on his shoulders. He stopped in front of the Dean's office and hesitated to go in but he just kept on marching to the exit. He mounted his bike and drove home.
Meanwhile, Cuddy was quite busy, planning her ungrateful trip. It's been now a couple hours that she was on the phone with various airlines trying to get a flight to Florida but since it was last minute, none were available. She gave up for a plane ride and had to get train rides. She got two tickets to ride from New Jersey to New York. She then booked a flight from there to Florida and now she had to figure out to get from Orlando to Miami Port but she decided to take care of that small detail when they arrived. She thought that she could either take a boat or a shuttle.
As she thought about the plans, House was at home drinking some whiskey. He was tempted to call a hooker but he never picked up the phone. He couldn't forget what Cuddy had said to him. He set down the whiskey thinking about Cuddy's reaction if he would be hung over on the flight. He picked up the phone again and tried Wilson again, but no answer. He was either lost at sea or in the morgue.
TBC…
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